The little Christmas tree
On top of the TV
A symbol of the holiday
That wasn't to be
Green and bare
A reminder of who wasn't there
The year he didn't come home
The silence of the phone
The mantel clock chiming
Every fifteen minutes past
The tears rolling down our cheeks
How long would this last
No one knew where he was
Helping Santa and his elves
Children are innocent souls
Trying to live by the rules
The big day came and went
But not the best present
That would have to wait
Until Dad was at the gate
The little Christmas tree
Watched over us lovingly
Giving what comfort it could
Until it was placed at the curb
The little Christmas tree...
I'll never forget
What you meant to me
